I learned to be grateful

Chapter 1: I learned to be grateful for my mother's love when I was a child. When I grew up, I felt estranged from my mother. When I looked back, I found that the sunshine was still there -- maternal love was always around me. What is the reason that makes the emperor so angry that he has a gloomy face for several days. Today, I finally feel happy. The warm sunshine shines on the long lost land. I know that it must be a sunny day today. I took the quilt out of the room, put it on the wire and went to school. When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found that the quilt I had made in the morning had already been laid on the wire. My heart was touched by what, a kind of inexplicable moved to my heart. I went up to touch the quilt, ah, it's so warm! There is a sun in it. I can hold the sun to sleep tonight. There are two quilts beside my quilt. They can only stay here because the sunshine is occupied by my quilt. This is mom's quilt. I went forward to touch, cold and cold, just like mother's hands, that even in winter, they would soak in cold water for me to wash clothes. She warmed me with her hands, and now she has to warm the quilt with her body! Think about it carefully: the best bed sheets, the most beautiful clothes, even the best dishes and chopsticks for dinner. Which of these are not prepared by my mother for me, and which one does not contain my mother's love for me? Chapter 2: I learned to be grateful that everyone will be helped by others, but not all the people who are helped by others will return. My mother taught me to read and write when I was very young. Make me swim like a little fish in the ocean of knowledge. But I never paid her back, not even a thank you. I remember one time, I had a high fever, and my father was not at home on business. My mother and I lived in my grandmother's house. My mother cared for me in every way. Wait by my side all night and rub my body with alcohol to cool down. At that time, it was dog days. My mother was very busy and sweating. I said to my mother with heartache: "Mom, you can sleep for a while! I'm much better. 'My mother didn't care and said: 'I'm not sleepy. As long as you are quick, it doesn't matter if your mother is tired. 'I looked at my mother gratefully and said,' Mom, I feel sick. You'd better take a rest. "My mother said to me with a smile:" great, we finally overcome the disease. Go to sleep. 'My mother stroked my head and sang a lullaby for me, and I fell asleep. The next morning to see my mother's face haggard, tired look, I good heartache. Mom, I will study hard, and I will repay your love for me and live up to your cultivation. Chapter 3: I learned to be grateful for my mother's love when I was a child. When I grew up, I felt estranged from my mother. When I looked back, I found that the sunshine was still there. What is the reason that makes the emperor so angry that he has a gloomy face for several days. Today, I finally feel happy. The warm sunshine shines on the long lost land. I know that it must be a sunny day today. I took the quilt out of the room, put it on the wire and went to school. When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found that the quilt I had made in the morning had already been laid on the wire. My heart was touched by what, a kind of inexplicable moved to my heart. I went up to touch the quilt, ah, it's so warm! There is a sun in it. I can hold the sun to sleep tonight. There are two quilts beside my quilt. They can only stay here because the sunshine is occupied by my quilt. This is mom's quilt. I went forward to touch, cold and cold, just like mother's hands, that even in winter, they would soak in cold water for me to wash clothes. She warmed me with her hands, and now she has to warm the quilt with her body! Think about it carefully: the best bed sheets, the most beautiful clothes, even the best dishes and chopsticks for dinner. Which of these are not prepared by my mother for me, and which one does not contain my mother's love for me? Chapter 4: I learned to be grateful to my dear children. When you have a bunch of flowers in your hand, who will you give it to? To your mother? To your teacher? Or to your uncle of the PLA? If I have a bunch of flowers in my hand, I will give them to my mother, because when I am sick, my mother will not leave me until I feel comfortable. If I am tired, my mother will say to me: Yaxuan, take a rest for a while and do it later. If I didn't do well in the final exam, my mother would say to me: it doesn't matter. I'll do well in the next exam. I'm very moved by my mother's practice, so I'm going to give the flowers to my mother. I want to give flowers to the teacher, because the teacher from the bit of knowledge teaching, teach me filial piety parents, care for others; the teacher is a hard gardener, every day hard to cultivate us, so I want to give the flowers to the teacher. I want to give the flowers to the uncle of the people's Liberation Army, because it was the uncle of the people's Liberation Army who rescued the children under the ruins, and the children who risked their lives to go to the disaster relief area. At that time, when there was an aftershock, there was an uncle of the people's Liberation Army who continued to save the children. His captain called out: there is an aftershock, come back quickly. No, I want to save people. The uncle of the PLA rushed into the ruins. So I'm going to give the flowers to Uncle PLA. It's mom. Teacher. Uncle of PLA let me learn to be grateful. Let me learn to be grateful to all the people around me. Children, let's learn to be grateful for life and the people around us since we were young. I learned to be grateful. Today, I read an article called "learn to be grateful", which moved me a lot. I think each of us should learn to be grateful. I saw a public service advertisement on TV. On the screen, a cute little boy was carrying a basin of water with his hands struggling. He came unsteadily to his mother to wash his feet. The water in the basin splashed up and wet his face. I think I'm in fifth grade and haven't washed my mother's feet once. Finally, once, I brought a basin of water to wash my mother's feet. I said: 'Mom, let me wash your feet today. Mother said: 'it's late. Go to bed. "I said: 'let me wash your feet once. First I take off my mother's socks, and then wash them carefully. Mother's feet have thick calluses, I think, mother usually too hard, I want to help her share some things. After washing my feet, I dry my mother's feet with a cloth. The mother said happily, "my son has really grown up. 'I heard it, and I was very happy. It was the first time I washed my mother's feet, and it was the first time I learned to be grateful.